Chapter 172 Another Execution of Jinxian, Art is Explosion
These words spread throughout the starry sky. In an instant, the demon monks in the stronghold were furious. They were provoked and insulted. If they were not taught a painful lesson, how could their face be saved?
The next second, a dozen figures flew out from the stronghold, aiming directly at Zhu Tianpeng in mid-air. The magic weapon in his hand said with a ferocious smile: Human monk, suffer death!
This scene also shocked Yang Jian and Nezha. They didn't even think about it and just wanted to step forward to help.
However, before the two of them could take action, Jin Chanzi stood in front of them and said: Amitabha, the two donors, Brother Tianpeng have their own opinions, please don't be impulsive!
After hearing this, Yang Jian and Nezha paused, took a deep look at Jin Chanzi who was blocking them, and then looked at the battlefield, murmuring: Brother Tianpeng, what on earth are you fighting?
idea?
Under the anxious gazes of Yang Jian and Nezha, Zhu Tianpeng slowly opened his eyes, looked at the more than ten golden immortals of the demon clan who were already close at hand, and said with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth; more than a dozen trash fish,
What a waste of my marshal's time.
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the more than ten demon clan golden immortals turned red instantly.
A mere early-stage Golden Immortal actually dares to say that they, the late-stage Golden Immortals, and even the Golden Immortals are complete fish? This shame must be played with the blood of Zhu Tianpeng.
Almost instantly, one of the demon monks with the Golden Immortal Perfection picked up the magical weapon in his hand and rushed forward, saying: Human ants, die!
Hearing this, the anger in Zhu Tianpeng's eyes flashed away. He had long been unhappy with how these monster monks called him. They were ants and ants, but they really were that high and mighty saint.
With a flick of the Ruyi Sword, Zhu Tianpeng raised his head, stared at the demon clan Golden Immortal who was very close at hand, and said: It's you who deserve to die, you demon!
While speaking, the Ruyi Sword was moved, the Taiqing Sword Technique was used, and the vertical and horizontal sword energy surged out, instantly covering the entire area.
Click——
With just one collision, the magic weapon in the hands of the demon clan golden immortal was shattered.
Before he could recover, Zhu Tianpeng came towards him with his sword. He thrust out the sword and instantly penetrated the sea of consciousness between his eyebrows. The sword energy exploded in his body, directly crushing his demon soul.
hiss
The two swords successfully killed the Golden Immortal. This scene made Nezha take a breath of cold air, and said in a daze: You are so strong, Brother Tianpeng, have you reached this point without knowing it?
Thinking of the scene at Nantianmen more than a hundred days ago, Nezha felt as if he was a lifetime ago.
In just over a hundred days, Zhu Tianpeng, who he had to lower his cultivation level to fight with, had grown to the point where he could kill the Golden Immortal at will.
Looking at his stagnant cultivation, Nezha couldn't help but clenched his fists, biting his white teeth almost to pieces, and after a long time he spat out two words full of hatred: Li Jing!
Seeing this scene, Yang Jian couldn't help but sigh, then reached out and patted Nezha on the shoulder and said: Brother, I will definitely exchange lotus seeds for you this time to get you out of trouble.
Hearing this, Nezha nodded, turned to look at Yang Jian, and said: Second brother, I
Before he could finish speaking, Yang Jian waved his hand and said: Don't mention the word "thank you" between my brothers.
After a pause, Yang Jian looked forward and said: Is this the power of Taiyi Dao Fruit?
Thinking that he had not understood the Tao Fruit of each realm at all, Yang Jian felt a burst of sadness in his heart. He subconsciously tightened his fists and murmured: Taiyi Golden Immortal Tao Fruit, I must meditate on you.
Two swords killed the Golden Immortal Perfection Demon Clan cultivator. Zhu Tianpeng looked at the remaining ten or so Demon Clan Golden Immortals and said: Come on together, I don’t have time to waste time with you, Marshal!
After hearing this, those demon clan golden immortals no longer screamed like before, but looked at Zhu Tianpeng one by one, their eyes filled with solemnity and fear.
After a long time, a demon clan Jinxian with a sinister expression gritted his teeth and said: Come on, he is just one person, let's attack together, we will definitely be able to kill him!
As soon as he said these words, he immediately won the recognition of the demon clan and golden immortals around him.
Fighting alone, they are not sure that they can defeat Zhu Tianpeng, but they have a large number of monsters on their side, and they can completely crush him with their numerical advantage.
The next second, more than ten demon clan golden immortals rushed out and attacked Zhu Tianpeng from all directions.
Seeing this, Zhu Tianpeng's eyes flashed, he picked up the Ruyi Sword and said: "Well done!" Then, he took the initiative and rushed into the surroundings of more than ten demon clan golden immortals.
Seeing this scene, the dozen or so demon clan golden immortals were stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed ferociously: Gah, Marshal Tianpeng, go to hell!
As they spoke, the magic weapons in the hands of more than a dozen demon clan golden immortals shone brightly, and they all headed towards Zhu Tianpeng.
Upon seeing this, Zhu Tianpeng's lips curved with a trace of disdain, and he murmured in a low voice: A bunch of idiots!
After speaking, Zhu Tianpeng shook his right hand, and the magic power in his body was immediately injected into the sword body. As more than ten sword magic weapons came, he straightened the sword for a week.
Click——
Continuous shattering sounds resounded, how could a mediocre magical weapon be able to withstand the power of the acquired spiritual treasure?
Almost instantly, the dozen or so demon clan golden immortals vomited blood and became weak.
Seeing this, Zhu Tianpeng's eyes shone brightly, and he shouted: Good opportunity! He performed the Qinglian Step, and his figure disappeared. Along with the Taiqing Sword Technique, a stream of sword energy penetrated the eyebrows of the demon clan Jinxian and entered it.
Within the body, defeat its demonic spirit.
After three breaths, Zhu Tianpeng's figure appeared outside the circle surrounded by more than a dozen demon clan golden immortals. He held his left hand behind his back and stood with a sword in his right hand. He raised his head slightly and said: Art is explosion, explode it for me!
Bang——
Immediately after finishing speaking, the bodies of more than ten demon clan golden immortals exploded, and blood mist filled the air, making them look particularly bloody.
On the contrary, Zhu Tianpeng struck his stomach armor, and three thousand hair strands danced in unison, overwhelming the audience with his domineering power.
hiss
Seeing this scene, Nezha took a breath again, but he didn't even have the urge to speak. He just stood there in despair, mumbling: Li Jing, Li Jing, Li Jing.
Zhu Tianpeng didn't know about all this, and he didn't even know that it was because of this scene that Nezha's inner resentment towards Li Jing reached an irresolvable level.
Looking at the demon clan stronghold below, Zhu Tianpeng took a deep breath and shouted loudly: Is this the golden immortal of your demon clan? Such vulnerability really disappoints this marshal. Are you sure you are the imperial commander?
Descendants of the demon clan in the sky? Not fake?
As soon as these words came out, the demon monk below became angry.
Zhu Tianpeng's words were not only a provocation and insult to them, but also questioned their bloodline. This is something that every demon monk cannot bear.
The next second, more than a hundred demon clan golden immortals came out of the sky. Each one of them looked at Zhu Tianpeng with red eyes and murderous intent and said: Marshal Tianpeng, you have to pay with blood for your words!
Seeing this, Zhu Tianpeng was filled with fighting spirit in his heart. 1vs100, just thinking about it made his blood boil.